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Thursday, April 5, 2012

What do you know about me, anyway

Who are the people who really see me, I wonder? Those are the people I want to be with. Those are the people I want to spend my time loving.

It's never easy being broken up with, Janie says. She adds more sugar to her cup of tea as she says this. I want to splash my hot cocoa in her face.

This is not me being a mental case, I say instead. I do not throw the hot liquid into her face, this face that purports to know everything about my heartache--heartache everywhere!--but I grip the handle as though I am seriously considering it. As though I am the type of person who would, who could.